Dom always thought Kiko was overreacting when it came to Chad. Sure, he was young, and sure, it was potentially problematic for an almost-nineteen-year-old to be chatting with someone who was fifteen, but Chad’s interest in Angel always seemed to be her gun hobby. This appeared to be the case again from what Dom could tell, based on what Chad was saying when they approached.
“And those are like, all your guns? So do you get to—”
“Chad,” said Kiko. The teen jumped.
“Oh, hey, boss. You see my stitches yet?” He pointed to his bruised forehead. “They put four in.”
“I’ve seen worse,” said Angel, shrugging.
“Yeah, but not on anybody’s head, you said.”
“I noticed Dill was hanging around,” said Kiko. Chad stared blankly at him.
“Dill’s boring. Angel knows s**t about guns.”
Dom wanted to pu
